At 3am on a Sunday morning, following a couple of weeks of unexplained sleeplessness, I could no longer resist the urge. In an effort to stifle false hope and remain even keeled, I chose to think of taking a pregnancy test as eliminating the option. As it turned out, the only thing in need of elimination was my own doubt. It was true,
there was a you!
At just 5 weeks you were said to be approximately the size of an appleseed. It sounds small now, but at the time there was something so significant about knowing that although you were tiny, you were already that big! That night we couldn't help ourselves. Your dad and I put Sanders to bed, cut open an apple, and gazed in utter wonderment.
God has surely been gracious and blessed us with far more than we dared to request. So often we marvel at the fact that we have Sanders. We find ourselves saying, "I still can't believe he's ours!" We know he's a gift and although he's here in our arms and our home he belongs to The Giver. But still, at 13 months old, it's hard to wrap our heads around the tremendous love we have for our funny little fellow. The fact that we get two is totally overwhelming in the best imaginable way.
We were surprised by a snow in late March. It made for a cozy, memorable day at home.
Back when The Colonel was such a spitter he was constantly surrounded with and covered by spit rags, bibs, often even towels. I can't say I miss the smell or the laundry it caused but it was quite cute how he grew to love his "spit catchers," as we came to call them. Sometimes he'd snuggle them as if they were loveys. :)